Just a quick followup to last night's post...

[lance_sibley]

I just wanted to let everyone know that there seem to be no aftereffects of the smack I took on the back of the head when I fell on my way home last night (or, as nexstarman referred to it, the "beump" :) ). There is a bit of a tender spot on the back of my head which I only really noticed when I laid down to go to sleep last night, but I woke up fine today with no headache or anything. I had set my PDA's alarm for noon, hoping to get to the con by 1:30, but I had an entry in my datebook for 8 AM which seems to have stopped the alarm from going off, so I actually slept until 2ish. But I'm fine (or as fine as I ever am, which is an issue for debate ;) ).

I spent an enjoyable afternoon and evening at the con, attending a panel on geopolitics and SF, going to the dinner, and hitting some room parties (where Terry Fong continued his quest to get me to join the Montreal in 2009 Worldcon bid committee; this time he raised the ante with a most interesting suggestion, but we'll see what happens as it requires input from at least one other person on the committee, whom I don't know).

Despite there being no aftereffects from last night's fall, I may be a bit sore tomorrow, because I had said that I wasn't going to dance tonight (not being dressed for dancing - I was wearing a thick hoodie and my winter boots), but then the DJs played "What Have I Done To Deserve This?", and well... I couldn't resist. (Followed by "Come On Eileen," to which I said, "Where's elizard100?", since she likes that song. About ten seconds later, she appeared...)

It also didn't hurt that Anthony Furey brought yet another one of his cute, young, male friends of ambiguous sexuality to the con and he was on the dance floor. (I don't know where Anthony keeps finding these cute young guys, especially since he claims to be straight - and I can see no logical reason for him to lie to me, so I can only assume that he keeps playing the game to mess with my head...)

I ended the night by giving dx4 a short backrub (he was standing, and my arms got tired since he's about three inches taller than I am), said goodnight to him, puddlemagnet and twiddler, then headed off to catch the bus home. I didn't fall tonight, though I noted that the icy patch on which I'd slipped last night was still there.

Comments

[elizard100.livejournal.com]

It's spelled "Cum on Eileen".

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

My bad. ;)

[defenestr8or.livejournal.com]

Would you care to explain this (http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/57630110/881967)?

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

That was taken last fall, at Con*Cept in Montreal. The group that I have gone with for the past couple of years coined the verb "to be Lanced" to be applied to any guy whom I playfully flirt (or try to do more ;) ) with... most of whom are actually straight and just play along for fun.

(I seem to have a completely undeserved reputation in fandom as a slut, when my average of men slept with per year since coming out is actually below 1, and my average of men slept with per year since my divorce is just barely over 1. Hence the word "undeserved".)

The odd thing is that the guy whose butt appears in the photo (wookiemart) is someone who's completely not my type, and I don't believe I've ever overtly said anything that would put him in that category. Though that doesn't necessarily stop me from saying whatever pops into my mind if I'm handed an opportunity, so maybe I did. I think the photo was just one of those opportunities that couldn't be resisted as he'd fallen asleep.